The women's new place of shelter was a small bathroom. The Pastor expected absolute silence. He feared for himself as well as the women if they should be discovered. While the conditions were small and rough, neither they nor the Pastor expected that they would have to endure them for long. When the Pastor closed the door the women were plunged into complete quiet and darkness. There wasn't room for everyone, so the tallest sat with the youngest on their laps for hours at a time. Sleep came fitfully and emotions ran wild. They only changed positions a few times per day and their muscles ached and atrophied. On their second day in hiding they overheard the Pastor assuring soldiers that he was a good Hutu and would never hide Tutsis. The women knew that he had to keep them now—for better of for...